We're doomed!

I think I can write this on behalf of Alena also -- we've been slackin'. Christmas and the New Year and the related breaks really cut into our training. I broke out the running shoes one day morning while staying with a friend on Long Island. I was jazzed and ready to pound the sidewalks of suburbia, but I didn't have any headphones for the iPod.

My friend didn't have any either. So I had to run without any music (gasp) or the soothing, motivating voices of NPR. (What? The podcasts are interesting.) Honestly, I just couldn't do it. After 10 minutes, I was soo bored. Houses, sidewalks, trees, a gas station. A man filling his gas tank telling me to run faster. If I had the headphones on, he would've known I couldn't hear him and he would've stayed silent. I've decided that running outside without an ipod (or music provider of your choice) is far, far more boring than running on a treadmill without one.

But I managed to make a game out of it. See that stop sign at the end of the block? Run to that? Yay! You're there, now let's go to the blue car. OK, now let's walk until we get to the lit-up plastic snowman (Why is that snowman lit up at 10 a.m.?). I went for at least 40 minutes. So that's not so bad.

I did walk a lot while in New York City. I also ate a lot of pizza and chocolate. So I'm sure all the walking did was clear out all the goo building inside my arteries.

So Alena and I have 12 weeks or so to go. But we're back, and we're more motivated than ever. I need a new cute running shirt!